(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Please, sir, try." he whispers, his hushed voice the sound of dry leaves
blown over a roughly cobbled street. "Thou shalt find it more than lives up
to thy expectations, I am sure."
You nod at him and lift the crystal goblet into the air, watching the light play
through the crimson liquor. You'd come a long way for this drink... searched
long and hard for this old man... and you'll be damned to let anything rush
you, now. The moment was to be savored.
You raise the glass to your lips, inhaling the stuff's aroma. The bouquet is
light, sweet, intoxicating... almost dizzyingly so. You've tried countless
drinks... written tomes about them, their flavors and smells, means of
manufacture, in your journeys across the Planes. But this... this stuff was
supposed to be legendary. No living man you'd found or heard of had tried
the stuff. The stories were ridiculous - nothing could taste quite so good -
but if there were the slightest bit of truth to them, this would be some fine
liquor indeed.
At last, you drink of the goblet, a cautious sip...
Incredible! Indescribable! As the flavor washes over your palette, you fight
the urge to shudder with delight. Nothing... *nothing* you have tried in all
your long years has tasted quite like this. You look up at the old man,
startled to find your glass empty - you had drained it all in a single draught.
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, not entirely sure when you
had begun to cry.
“Tears of joy, eh?" The old man laughs softly. "Quite pleasing to the tongue,
is it not? Wouldst thou like some more, perchance?" He smiles at you once
more.
"Yes... yes, if I might..."
"Surely." he replies, refilling your glass. Try as you might, you cannot resist
downing it in a single gulp. You thrust your finger into the goblet in an
attempt to find some last, hidden drop of the stuff. Several times more does
he fill the goblet, and each time you gulp the stuff down as a starving man
would devour a feast, unable to control yourself, to deny yourself another
exquisite taste of it.
He chuckles softly once more. "A drink such as this... a man wouldst do
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